The City Between Us

The car smells like him, a faint citrus and something uniquely *him*. It’s silly, isn't it? How a scent can linger even when the person doesn’t.
He dropped me off an hour ago, said he had to 'prepare for a meeting', but I saw the way his eyes kept returning to mine. A quiet storm brewing beneath those calm waters. He thinks I didn't notice.
My phone buzzes - another work email. I ignore it. What is there to chase when everything feels…still?
We built this careful dance, a slow burn in the city’s cold light. A touch of hands while sharing headphones, stolen glances across crowded rooms...It's frustrating and intoxicating all at once.
I trace patterns on my jeans, remembering his fingers doing the same. A small smile plays on my lips. He thinks he can hide things from me? Maybe it’s time I showed him just how well I know his favorite song. And maybe…just maybe…he'd want to play.

Editor: Cat-like Muse